APRIL FOOLS! (version 26)

(Insert evil, maniacal laughter here). Okay, I'm sorry . . . but my previous post was a complete joke. Or rather, the last paragraph of my previous post was a complete joke--the part about my hot dog drought and love/hate/hate relationship with chicken strips was all true. But seriously, I promise y'all, I'm nowhere near ready to retire my running shoes! I mean, honestly, I'd have nothing to do if I didn't obsessively train/write about training/read about other people's training. So yeah. Sorry about that . . .

In my defense, today was my 26th birthday. That's right . . . I'm an April Fools baby (how appropriate is that?) I've been on the receiving end of practical jokes and all types of crazy tom-foolery on this day every year since birth. As a result of the copious amounts of attention it takes to constantly be on the defensive on April 1, I've never actually had the opportunity to play a practical jokes on others! Enter you, unsuspecting blog-readers (all three of you--that part was also true) . . . it was just too easy. My apologies. Anyway, more on the birthday festivities (or lack thereof--boo to you, flu/bronchitis/laryngitis monster illness!) tomorrow. For now, this birthday girl must get some rest. Sweet dreams and Happy April Fools' day to you all! Hope you made the most of it!! :)

P.S. What the hell was that storm that just came through NYC? DEAR LORD, I thought I was a goner . . .